Oh, the price will run up
Till it hits some stops
And the geeks will squeeze till you're bleedin’
Like an illness in the wind
Soarin' worry and chagrin
The hour when the rich get skinned

Oh, the squeeze will grip
And the rich will flip
And the clans on the short side will be quakin'
Then the price will sprout
Till they force you out
As your mourning turns to an achin'

Oh, your riches will lapse
As the winners buy with apps
And like eagles, they’ll be a-flyin'
And the stocks in demand
Will rout your plans
The hour that the rich get skinned

As the nerds once abused
Forge a threat to trip your fuse
They'll not be overcome by your boastin'
For the pain of the squeeze
Will be crushingly so tight
So be wary of the plottin' that they're postin'

The longs will grip
Till the shorts get whipped
As you pros slip unto the poor side
And the bums will collect
On every trace of your debt
The hour that the rich get skinned

Then a band will stroll
As the markets get trolled
And your dreary woes will be a-splotchin'
And some hip snide men
Will decline to be your friend
As the world wide web is watchin’

Oh, you pros will cry
And you'll weep till eyes are dry
And be irked by the dread and sink, blasphemin’
Then you’ll clench your fists and wheeze
And know that you've been squeezed
The hour when the rich get skinned

Oh, you’ll raise more cash
Sayin’ those cheats are bound to crash
But the clout of the crowd has you outnumbered
And like harrowed pride
You'll be plowed and pushed aside
And like your clients, you’ll go bonkers